Page 157 of Unsuitable

My eyes snag on his jacket, which is hanging on the back of the door. He wore that earlier when we went to the vet’s to get the medication for the horse.

I walk over to the jacket. I slip my hands in both pockets. My hand curls around a set of keys in the right pocket.

I pull them out. His car keys. I stare down at them in my hand. There’s his car key, a fob—which is for the garage, I think—a Range Rover key ring…and another key.

A Yale key.

Holy shit.

Blood starts to pump through my veins.

Oh my God. This is the key. I bet this is the key!

I rush over to the bookcase, keys in hand.

I open up the stack, revealing the door. I single out the Yale key, and with my hand shaking, I slot the key in the door. I turn and…

Click.

Shit. I’m in.

I’m actually in.

Leaving the key in the door, I grab the handle and turn it.

But I pause before opening.

Am I sure I want to do this? Am I sure I want to know what’s behind this door?

I’m not sure of anything anymore. But I do know that I need to know what he’s hiding.

On a deep breath, I push open the door.

A light flickers on, making me jump. It must be one of those sensor lights. My eyes adjust to the light, and I see I’m standing in the doorway of a closet-sized room.

And in this closet-sized room are…photographs.

Of me.

“What…the hell?” I whisper.

My heart starts to beat faster as I step further into the room.

There’s a photo of me. From the day I left prison. I’m standing outside the prison, a bag in hand.

Why does Kas have a photograph of me?

My eyes start moving over the other photos pinned to the wall.

Me and Cece hugging from the same day.

Me out running.

Me and Cece out together, the night of the club.

Me at the Matis Estate, talking to Cooper.

Me on the train.